Little guy in big places.

We made friends with this little guy and his family on our first Cabo trip. 

His new passion comes with a capitol P.  His parents are taking him to all skate parks in the Southern Cali region.

For those of you that have raised little ones into big ones will know the pattern to which this applies.

The long path to each park.  The prep to make sure they are safe.  The different locations, traffic.  People. Crowds.  Admission.  Seniority at the parks.  New boards.  New owies.  New tricks.  New goals. More new owies.  Plans.  More locations.  More traffic.  More parking, and walking.  And more new owies.

It's all what follows a passion of which they choose.  We go along with that for them.  For whatever they reach out to achieve.  And right now, Mr. Noah is gettin' after this. 

I put together a little box of love for the new skater dude.

He's out there rep'n us. 

More to come on this young fine feller I am quite sure.

Happy Friday afternoon people.

Get out and play in the rain.  Unless.....unless your hair is styled.  Well, then don't do it. 

Stay in, drink good wine. Or good tea.  Hug on those you love especially your fur babies, and always choose to smile. Even at the knuckleheads.

Big love, and happy times.

Lisa Lynn

Little slices of truth.

I dedicate this to someone I love dearly.


Farther than the sun and the moon.


I love you.

You can do this.

You always have.

Love and strength will pull you through.  Always has and always will.  Be strong.

  
ps. Happy Birthday Carmen!  You fine lady you...

pss. Kids be safe out there in the storm.  Or stay in, and be a cuddle bug.  And read something real good for your soul.

This Mama Lisa

Friends in fun places.

A racer.

The love of sailing.

And sailboats.

Building.

Sailing.

Water.

Wind. Always wind.  Especially wind. 

It's their passion.

And for that, I melt.

Especially this shot.  It says peaceful all over it. 

By the way, Happy Birthday Mr. Reynolds.  Happy Birthday....may this next year grace you with the passion and love that you walk this Mother Earth for.

High Five to you Russ.  High five brother.


Happy Day to you all.

Find your passion, and follow it.

ps.  Thank you my sister Carmen, who has a birthday peeking around the corner at us this Friday... for sending this today.  Truthfully you made my morning.  xo

Big love,

This Mama Lisa

Celebrations in this life....

If you live in the Southern California area, or its surrounding areas you will agree that Sunday was one of the most beautiful days this year.  I hate to brag in front of my East Coast friends/family, because I know you are battling snow, ice, and all the makings of pure grief.  Or maybe not.
Yesterday was perfecto.

In all aspects.

Kali attended a birthday brunch for her friend Breezy.  The themed quaint brunch was "Gossip Girls"-

I don't know about you, but to me, this is the cutest idea.  Simple.  Pure.  Delicious and healthy.  But most of all, no need to worry about all the banchee's that show up to this age of parties with the idea of "party"-  Which at the ripe age of 17 and 18, drinking becomes a "problem"-  And by problem, we all know what happens at parties....

So brunch?  Perfection. Themed?  Even better.  Although they do look a little evil.  ha.

Guess who is FIVE years old?

Happy Birthday Bucks.....The ray of light in many of the days of my life. 

My sister and Tori came over to celebrate his life.

As chill as this dog is, he just laid there waiting for us to tear open his gift. 

He wanted to tell me that the wrapping paper had a picture of his kitty sister on it- Awww. 

So much goodness here.  If you look closely my sister not only wrapped his gift in the cutest wrap, but also enclosed a picture of Bucksie and his Daddy inside the card.  LOVE.  Pure love.  Just stare at this picture for a second.  Marley.  Bucks.  Picture of Kris and Bucks.  My sister curled up in her chair.  And Grammie.  

Beef Jerky treats for the win.  

I organized my world again.  Sunday prep.  Sunshine on a Sunday with my sister and niece.  Kris, Kali and Gio.  A dinner shared, along with good wine and laughter.  A makeup-less face, braids and one of my favorite hats, hippie dress, and cozy sandals, sitting across from my sister as she smiled and laughed along with me. Pure 100 percent, bliss. 

How was your weekend?

Mine was delicate, pure, and full of goodness.

xoxo

Go get after it---  Here's to you Aunt Ronda and Uncle Wade whom dedicated this song to me at the ripe age of 19, and to this living day, I smile each time I see it. And while I blog today, it's playing in the back ground. 

Lots of love to you.....

Smile.  Smile.  Smile.  Even if you feel like you can't. 

L

Happy Saturday

Hope your day is beautiful...where ever you decide to spend it.


xoxo

Leese

Society.

Society


So many times I see humanity get pushed to the side, while greed nudges its way to the front.

Personally, and in business.

Of course I know this life is built on money.

Revenue must exist to live.  I get it.  I'm sure we all do.

The many folk that have to crunch each week, month and year just to survive.  We all get it. 

The chunk of my heart that always gets a twinge of pain, is corporate greed.

Have you watched the movie "Into The Wild"?

It says something about society.  About greed.  About that corporate life while raising a family.

How some people are cut out for it's stresses, while others can't consume the idea.

At times I melt and can't consume it.  I see it, I smile, I walk away.  I deal with vendors and people that expect what is expected. It's normal.  I see it. I feel it.  We are raised to grow to the top of the chain.
It's what can make this life more "comfy"...more...."better"...more..."special"....
I wake every morning in prayer.  Into my kitchen I go.  I pour my coffee like a robot.  Prepare lunches, and soon make my way back into my room to figure out clothing, makeup, hair...all of it.  
Making my path. Making the life that I can.  The best that I can.  
It's not always an easy path. Especially the older I get.  Sometimes, I in fact wish I could shut my door, crawl back under my covers and hide.
I don't want to make lunches.  Or think about dinner.  Or the next load of laundry.  Or the bills that stare at me on my desk as I pass by.  Some days, it's just all too much. 
Sometimes I wonder where my strength comes from.
Sleepless nights, my next step out the door to approach the only business I know.   And have for the past 18 years.  

Many people aren't cut for it.  I often wonder how I have been able to.

But what would my life be like any where else? 

As hard as it is for me at times, I get caught up in it.  Not of the corporate race, but more envy.

More along the lines of wanting fancier.  Bigger.  Better.

But in the end, when you grow old, and the dust that covers your household items, and the sinks that might have waited a little longer to get that scrub down. Is all worth it. The time you spend with your kids, in your little house, on your little rug, with your little or big kids on your big rugs.  It's those moments. That sincerely mean the most.  Being with family.  Or your pets, or the quiet simple moments, in a small house, with simple living items.  It's what keeps us real.  And grounded. 

This song gets me every time.  Every.  Single. Time.

Any Eddie Veder calms my soul, yet opens my eyes.

To slow down.  To capture the little moments that I preach.

The clock is NOT slowing down for us kids.  It will keep moving and passing that midnight strike, and it will indeed age us, and our bodies will want to slow down...and our greed will slow down.  And our children will grow, and move on.  And our debt mountain will have maybe been shaved down a little.

Our love for eachother will in fact need to be watered.  Our strength will be weaker at times for the pain the we endured while fighting the battles in this daily life.

One thing that I know for sure is LOVE will keep you together.  And if you can learn to love and let love in, you will indeed be in a better place.

Smiling on the outside for the win.

Even if greed steps in and takes me down.

Happy Friday Friends.

Go PLAY!  The sun will shine down on us, so get out to the beach side.

Push your feet in the sand...and be thankful.  For your family.  For the simple things.

Can't get out in the sand?  Well find some green grass, or snow and toss it in the air....

Peace,

Leese

Top Recruit.

By a landslide.

It's what we hear sitting in those seats.

Watching over 70 young men and women take compliments and commencement for their hard work.

And when I say hard work, it's never to be mistaken as simple work.  It's kick ass, bad ass, rough work.

Sitting in that Long Beach Fire Department garage felt surreal.  As in, I didn't realize how important the path was for him.  Every Tuesday Gianni has dedicated himself after a long day of ....

This.  And this starts at 6am at the gym first.

Ending his night here at 10pm.

But the best of it all, is hearing the instructor make his announcements and expressing two awards given exclusively on this special night.  One, for academics, and the other for  TOP RECRUIT.  The commanders words echoed out something like this : "We give this award to the top recruit that goes beyond.  This guy was chosen by a landslide.  His dedication,  and hard work is why his excellence far exceeds his duty- Gianni Castillo, please come up"-  2 Awards, 70 people.  Gio as one = Pretty rad. 

Of course we roared with cheer.  Tears filled the eyes of these mama's. His Dad's cheer was one not to be missed.  Kali had a grin that could keep the light on in the room.  His sisters cheers would prove that pride beyond words still embed in a sissies soul. True goodness Gio.

He's moving mountains, and opening doors.

Gettin' after it.  Proof right here.

The night before the ceremony he was shining his boots.  Of course our silly family offered razz's.  It's just how we are.  But as I watched him shine those suckers up, I knew that those boots are going alot farther than just a ceremony. 

His next plans will most likely include those black boots. And a whole new path that requires the strength that got him here.  Not to mention his family surrounding him, and guiding him....making a recipe for a good dude here.

Top Recruit.  Womp Womp!

But sooner than later, after all those hugs, kisses, and many congrats, they'd be back at it.

And we'd be standing in between fire trucks watching....

My eyes were immediately wide open listening to their instructors.  Each yelling.  In their face.  Push ups because a watch was forgotten.  Boots not shined enough.  Someone yelling "Yes Sir", instead of "Yes Maam" required yet, another 30 pushups.  As much as it flipped my little nerves around, I know it's meant to be.  And meant to be for a guy that we love and know he's more than capable enough.  To move mountains, search for injured.  Helping society as a hero and joining a group that we call "TRUE HERO'S"-  We are so proud of you Gio!  Love you buddy!

And while we held yet another acceptance letter in our hands....with a few more expected.  Decisions are becoming closer and more clear than ever before.  And my anxiety levels are rising on the daily.   Who's with me, raise your hand-

While this dude is in Vegas, along with Kris' quick trip, I was receiving pictures of two of my favorites.

Grampie and Bucksie in Vegas.  The little Magic tea cup wolf, cruising around checkin out the new digs.

Happy Thursday....

Minutes closer to my love above to land on this side of town.

Hey sunshine, we love you and all, but come on...call on your better half....RAIN!

It's almost Friday Fartknockers!

Love and happy times to you.


This proud mama lisa.

Make it happen.

Seasons change.

People change.

Styles change.

Catalogs change.

Shows change.

But the one thing that never changes, is Vegas. Vegas Tradeshows to be exact.  They are the spark to your biz, the lens to the seeker, and the headquarters to the lookie-loo. 

It's the place to show all the changes mentioned.

I dropped my king off at the airport late Sunday afternoon after a fun lunch and good moments.  As I hugged him goodbye at the bumper of my car, I could only pray that his safe flight, and entrance to the big smokey city would give him more big opportunities.  


He is making things happen. 

It takes commitment, and perseverance to move along at a level for growth.  It takes change to welcome new beginnings.  It takes time to make good things happen.  Whether it be clothing, or accessories.  It takes time.


Even when you stand on your feet for hours, talking to space invading people from all over the world that adorn the most interesting breath on the planet.
It's what is needed. That and antibacterial wipes. 

Change is the factor that makes us great.  We may not see it at the time, but sooner or later...it reveals itself.

May this show, and the days to follow, rock on way beyond what you even expected.

Way to get after it Big G. 

WWW.FATALCLOTHING.COM

Shop a little, and spread the love.

Happy Humpday..Holla back yo!


This Mama Lisa

A ray of SUNSHINE....

"Your Grandpa"

....traveled thousands of miles....

.....to catch a glimpse of you.....Gio

.....because you are important.....

And this life is fast......

"When I look into your eyes, your love is there for me, and the more I go inside...the more there is to see"

- 

                                                                     The Beatles-

Happy Tuesday sugar plums.

Nothing better than being surrounded by your family, at the ball park, while the sun shines down.

GO GRIFFINS! 

Peace,

Leese

Endless flow of love.

Another year of all things red.  The table.  The wine.  The lipstick.

Together we celebrated the biggest day of loverness.  At "The Red Table", in good ol' Huntington Beach. Never been?  Give it a try.  

Soon, we'd end up at The Bee Hive.  Dive bar down the street that has THEE funnest game in town.  JENGA! 

 

Crazy Cupid's keepin it real. 

The real Cupid soon chased us all home......boom.

Saturday morning was a cuddly cold and overcast one.  I took advantage of that. Hot tea in bed, yes please.

Bill ran errands.  The kids did their thing.  Spearfishing for one, the gym for the other.

Some more Saturday lovelies...

These lovely welcome letters are starting to roll in....options, options, options.

This lover bag was whipped out before Valentines Dinner.  Me and jewelry boxes, bags, and totes have an interesting moment together.  All things, get all weird.  It's a beauty though.  Diamonds ARE my birthstone too. 

Best Friends killin' it at LOS AL vs.  HB OILERS  Basketball take down! (nice photobomb too. )

Our boy was invited to Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Party....

And while he mingled with friends in low places....

We...cuddled up on the dock, and under the heaters. 

Making friends with beautiful starfishies.....

We bbq'd a salmon on a plank of red wood.  We cozied up by the fire, and chatted the night away.

Soon, Sunday would stare us straight in the face, and all sources of responsibility shed it's bright light right down on us.


Wishing all you little fishies a good week.

Be strong.  Be willing.  And remember what's important, and that is YOU.


Love and peace to you all....

L